There is still so much left unspoken
Sad sunshine, clouded by dusty indecision obscured by
Raging battlements of the massive cloud.
Wish I’d been able to soothe your storms.
I can’t. Pointless to regret.
Forgive but never forget
All the broken promises,
White lies, poems and gifts
Added up to nothing more than bittersweet memories.
For a little while we played in perfect harmony.
Now the instruments gather dust.
–Jack Blare
Call out but only the dark answers.
When someone says they’re there for you
This means on their timetable
God forbid you need them at night
Or when their lover is over attending to “needs.”
I travel to all these beautiful women’s houses
Delivering round the clock psychiatric care
Not to mention friendship, usually for free.
I’m a broken down shack, abandoned ghost in the ruins of youth.
A spirit haunting the dark places seeking a thrill.
–Jack Blare
Awake, cold, another lonely night at home,
Keeping vigil with that old monster anxiety.
Whose icy fingers slip through the cracks
To stroke my shivering spine.
Phantom mouth seeking warm living heart’s heat to swallow,
Maggots of depression consume the soul from the inside out,
Leaving only a husk, an emptied shadow of what once was
Or could have been.
–Jack Blare 2023
Death underneath
Cold North November skies
Where the veil between worlds
Becomes thin, shimmering ribbons of light
In the Night sky,
A chilling ache
Spreads from within,
No one to keep you warm at night
Never to know love again
Like a slave in a galley
Rowing all day
Rhythm is monotonous
Mechanical emotion
Lifeless eyes, grey blood,
Plastic love.
Exhaustion.
-JACK BLARE
When it’s too black & foggy to see
And too cold out to care,
The damaged damned huddle together
With quiet strength, survivor’s solidarity
That somehow keeps life going.
Despite the immense size
Of the vast and frozen digital wastelands
That stretches across this disembodied age.
-Jack Blare
As I look upon the world with older eyes
Colours start to mix & bleed through,
The great play at last is revealed to be,
Nothing more than comic tragedy.
Jagged pieces of the past jerk in & out of skewed patterns,
Take fractured tumbles down murderous, beckoning staircases,
Change the course of nature with the tip of a needle.
Nothing will feel the same again.
Old lies pool like old oil spills.
Truth comes naked, hard & vicious thrusting,
Scorching holes in my young worm’s brain.
Leaving life pathetic, limp, wheezing.
Too much joy wasted exploding into womb of poppy-red sun.
-Jack Blare
Deluded consumers of the me generation
Every bit their parents’ children.
Changing counterculture for haute couture and ties
Capitalist manure and lies.
Doublespeak, doublethink, double lives
Perpetuating a flawed system
Founded on, blind ignorance
Populist subservience.
The world doesn’t want words
It wants success and money.
People don’t want to think,
To face the bald horror of reality,
Exploited cogs of an exploitive system
That compresses the voiceless poor
Into fossil fuels, lithium deposits
To be ravaged by the privileged
Western masses, whose wounds are
As bruises to gunshots.
As herpes to ebola.
The wealthy are divided against themselves
While death spreads across the wider world
Unchecked, unheeded, ignored.
–Jack Blare
All my friends are fucking crazy
But I like it that way,
‘Cause I’m pretty fucking crazy too.
Here’s the story of nothing new.
Hermes pale highway messenger
Born screaming from addiction’s icy womb,
Fattened & pacified on the sweet tit
Of modern society’s modern methods,
Of psychiatric re-education.
Ritalin before he was old enough to run,
Observation, misinformation, Dexedrine, Lithium, Adderall.
ADD, ADHD, Borderline Personality, Bipolar
Cluttering his life with doctors & mounds of clipboards.
Battle after battle to get free,
Then he spent his shaky teens,
Snorting capsule after capsule of amphetamine,
Eight pills at a time made into neat little lines,
Insufflated off a fine china plate,
Rocking back & forth in the corner,
Eyes like small bloody balloons about to burst.
Raven-haired Helen,
Born into gardens where blood & dirt mix to make pain.
She was first raped at four years old,
Playhouse turned torture chamber,
Home turned into just another prison cell.
Bastard man walked free, no charges,
No bullets in the head,
Leaving his rusty iron chains behind
Wrapped tight around her broken little wings.
No charges. No jail time. No bullets to the head.
They just let him stroll back onto the streets,
Predatory animal awaiting its next chance to feed.
She drinks & drinks to defy earthly pain,
Fourteen years old swallowing hundreds of pills
To polish her chains.
Ecstasy, meth, heroin
Shot into her young mainline during an ecstasy freak out
By her older junky, suicide pact lover.
They agreed to meet at the bridge
To die together
But the cops dragged her in,
& She never saw love again.
Suicide watch psych ward,
Involuntary Bates motel for damned, disliked & defeated.
Rights removed, prisoner shambling down disinfectant halls,
Seeing storm cloud old friends
With thick noose scars around thin necks.
Out for a funeral to say goodbye,
To a friend that escaped,
But never got free.
–Jack Blare
I am not your perfect sculpture.
I am not the reference page
Sailor tattoos that fade
Make my smile last twelve hours.
Standing on the borderline
Leaning from side to side
Between hell and paradise.
Jack Blare
I used to put a lot of things in my veins
That had far less human exposure
Than a fucking Pfizer vaccine.
After the first one I did not die.
The sleep however, was glorious.”
“Wait wait, i’ts coming. You’ll see!
They gathered, relishing my fate
In their minds just a sheep to the slaughter.
I went amongst the people to understand their ways
Left with hundreds of photos and screenshots
Proving their hateful racist agenda
Pledged allegiances to foreign powers
Openly discussed coup attempts
Occupations, insurrections with obscure intentions
“Just you wait til the communist party takes over in 6 months” (2019)
“Communist Trudeau has your identity card.”
The only people not informed of this
Seem to be the majority of society
Including the communist party itself.
Iron Crosses and Pseudo-Fascist signs
Holding little kids up to the line of fire.
Only unity will guide us to a safe future.
A newborn is not guilty of the crimes of his father.
This is humanity.
There’s not a race in existence that hasn’t got blood on its hands.
Assigning modern-day western moral standards
To people living in the past will never work.
Pushing your manner of speech or way of life as the “one true path”
While looking down your nose at those who think or speak differently.
We can’t spend our time moored in the regrets of a bygone era
While living people yet suffer, hate groups march openly
Rhetoric trumps action.
Capitalism whitewashes everything.
It takes everything someone stands for turns it into a t shirt and sells it to
Stoners in American Universities for $40.
They destroyed everything his image stood for.
As founding member of the Black Panther’s, Bobby Seale said,
“ALL power to ALL people.”
It’s almost 2023. The communist uprising I was so gleefully promised is postponed, again.
Three, four doses of Pfizer? I’m still not magnetic or dying.
Trump was never reelected so the coup these psychos wanted went down like the Hindenburg.
Truly the first death threat I got from angry fascists
Just for asking questions
Is how I knew I was a real journalist.
There are nothing conspiracy theorists fear more than the truth.
Yet it took almost a year for mainstream news to report on them.
My grandparents fought for a democratic Canada.
For a country so safe they didn’t need to own guns when they came home.
They fought so we never have to,
They fought, died in foreign wars, and those that lived returned broken,
I will not let their sufferings, in some cases their deaths be meaningless.
Canada shall forever be free. Forever a democracy.
Whether or not the greatest threat comes from within or without
Remains to be seen.
-Jack Blare
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